Novel & Cerita Dead Voices

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

The threads of the twilight Dark became tighter. The next moment, he sent a Call along these black magic veins. Just one short burst of energy. Just one pulse beat. None of the living beings understood what had happened. No one saw the eyes of four thousand dead buried in steel coffins flash blood-red. And the eyes of thousands more buried without any precautions. A thick layer of earth and soft grass muffled their loud howl tearing the Dark. Then, the dead became quiet again, and the crimson light went out, as if it had never been.

I heard the clicking of camera shutters, but no one called the ambulance. My blood drained dry. My body became cold. Finally, Yvette Skye was no more. I died all alone at the corner of the street. No one cared. My corpse was not a pretty sight. My eyes were wide, unseeing, and there was a large hole in my stomach. My legs were twisted together. One of my arms was flung by the side of the road. My legs were useless now. I was ugly. No wonder the little girl cried. Floating in the air, I stared at my mutilated corpse.

He said nothing but something in his eyes told me that he already knew. "It was your dear mother, it's funny you know... because I thought she was dead." My tone changed, losing the fake playfulness it held moments ago, a frown creased my forehead, "Wasn't she?" I pressed my palms on both sides of the handrest and leaned forward, "You see, when I kill someone, they're supposed to stay dead." I rolled my eyes, "But for some reason, all the dead people in my life somehow come back to life and they make their way into mine and screw it up."

There was no noise, no light, no sounds, no warmth, no smells, no feeling and no touch. It looks like one of those old horror movies where the ghost never shows up until you scream so loudly that your throat bleeds. This is the kind of place a person can get trapped in and never come out alive. She feels scared, getting colder and colder as she lies there and listens to the sound her heart makes - no breathing, no heartbeats, just silence. There's only death here. She feels like she's dead herself, frozen by ice and time.

Nora trailed off and stepped closer to me, “ Is that… ” “ The dead. ” Dustin sounded amused. “ Are you fucking kidding me? ” I let out through my gritted teeth. The silhouettes that appeared from the Veil were rotten bodies and parts of skeletons, walking on their feet, or crawling over whatever was left. I had seen the worst things in life, but this unique sight still sent a silver shiver down my spine. “ Burn them. ” Nora’s shrill voice sounded close to my ear while I scanned the number of the dead.

“I’ll take it from here, fleshie,” Death whispers in a voice oozing with menace, enough to turn a sumo wrestler’s knees into jelly. Unlike Kharon’s voice which sounded like it was borrowed from an ogre, Death’s works on a whole different level of threat-making. Its calmness will paralyze you right where you stand. It’s the perfect voice from beyond the grave: gravelly and frosty,giving the impression that Death is a gangster of the literal underworld.

Realizing the situation he slowly shifted back to his human form, glaring at Athena's hologram. “Black magic?” Alpha Axel asked, his face etched with curiosity. “Alpha Axel?” Rachel's mouth fell open as she stared at him. “The spell, it worked,” Davina pointed at Athena's hologram. Her face flickered as a bright smile slowly appeared on her face. “It worked,” she shouted, tightly hugging Hailey. “Spell?” Alpha Axel asked, his face contorted with confusion as he darted his eyes at each of the girls. “It’s popularly known as the revealing death spell, it allows you to know if a person's dead or alive and sometimes it allows you to talk to the dead” Alpha Cole explained squatting near the large

He can feel someone touch his face until he loses complete consciousness. “Mom… Kara, Mara…” he called until he completely gave in. Those three words are his last words before he died as if he was trying to call his family. After a minute, the guy who is in front of Fletcher’s dead body, slowly stands on the ground and puts his hands on his pocket. “Clean this mess. And also, prepare the records for his shipment,” he ordered his men. “Yes sir!” his men answered in chorus. He smiled a bit then took his cellphone from his pocket.

DAWN’S POV I was seated in the throne room, watching as the elders and gammas of my pack whispered among themselves, unable to believe that their alpha was dead. I assured them that he was dead, but they demanded to see his body. "I want to see his body! How can we believe he is dead without seeing his body?" one of the gammas said, with a tinge of desperation in his voice. "You don't need to see his body. Trust me, he's dead," I replied with a cold tone, trying to hide my smile.